I really just want relief
From this demanding society

Demands for my words
Demands for my deeds
Demands for my plans
Demands for my dreams

Success is measured by gold
But not the state of your soul

Success is a job
Success is a paycheck
But not a free mind
Untethered from setbacks

We are far too easily pleased
We are just so self deceived

Deceived to do work
Slaves of 'success'
Deceived by the system
Slaves of the paycheck

We go to work because we are beckoned
Fooled by the promises of money and weekends

A system built on money
A system built on cash
We invest our lives
But we'll never get them back

But money is just paper and terms
And paper, it so easily burns

Burn down the system
Stop playing these roles
Make people face themselves
And come to terms with their souls